February 19, 2009 | Filed under: I Write About My Feelings, People I Like Even More Than My Job
Normally I take the occasion of Valentine’s Day to write a snarky piece about love lost. Or hours of my life lost on dates with tragically, hysterically, so totally the wrong people for me. It’s a little harder to bring the funny this year, so I’m going to go the mushy route instead.
“Thus endeth the boy,” I e-mailed Sean, back in December. He’d heard weekly, if not daily, reports of our ups and downs and moments of sheer idiocy. It just seemed right that he’d be the first to know things were over. Not a minute later, just long enough for my e-mail to hit the server and be fired off to his BlackBerry, did my phone ring. Not a text, not an e-mail in kind, a phone call: ”I’m sorry, babe. He’s a moron.”
Never in my life has anyone appeared so sexy.
(Yes, Sean’s quite a catch. His girlfriend concurs with this assessment.)
Thanks to Sean and Pia and Lori and K and Chrystal and everyone who bears with me as I rant about stupid boys and the stupid things they do. As long as I’ve got you in my life, I really don’t need anyone else.
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you’ll get thru it. it just majorly sucks in the meantime. PS are you trying to butter me up…you know how I love to see my name in print!
February 20th, 2009 at 12:42 pmGod knows listening to boy stuff is a two way street with us. So back at you, kid.
February 21st, 2009 at 4:21 pmhttp://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2009/02/16/can-blogging-make-you-happier/
March 2nd, 2009 at 3:42 pm